Prompt No. 19

My “compilation”… don’t spend too much time on feedback… just tell me the lines that seem interesting… and I’ll see if I can do anything with them…

Prompt No. 19

Always the obliquenessWhat my hands will do to himHow beautiful we'd like to rememberPlates as moons, creamy and whiteWhat you say for feelingA tree on its kneesBeneath the wind stirring, the sky branches of treesBehaving is proscribed action and simply the nature ofThe knotted trees and roots, an overgrown part of meI wonder about strange fruitWhat are angels exactly? I think reincarnated memoryHow nourished I feel by carrotsLike handholds would have saved meThe color of coolness, possibility, far-seeingAlone between the questions?I could feel his words like a storm systemInvisible pollen and tiny insects, hidden livesCapable of weather, leaves an imprintA seam going nowhere, anyone can tellIs there a blue seam to most things?